At home _ Poem

Where I’m from I smell burning toast, go and open the door

Where I’m from I smell burning hair, girls don’t know how to iron their hair

Where I’m from I hear people talking tongan, too hard to speak that language

Where I’m from I hear my cousin  playing games, what a game freak

Where I’m from I taste the nice tongan food, smells good

Where I’m from I taste the hot and warm cup of tea

Where I’m from I feel my nice and soft pillow

Beach_Poem

Where I’m from I lept off the rock it felt like I was Michael Jordan doing a slam dunk into the water.

Where I’m from I feel the breeze coming past me flicking my hair, felt like tornado going to blow me away in the air.

Where I’m from I taste the salty, sea water

Where I’m from I hear screaming and laughing of kids playing in the sand.

Where I’m from I see birds searching for fish, starving to death.  

Where I’m from I smell cow poo in the grass, couldn’t breath with that smelliness of the poo.

Springbok Protester

In 1981 there was a rugby game played in Hamilton. Thousand and thousand of fans really wanted to watch it. I was one of the protester’s that had to try stop the springbok tour. Marching to the Hamilton stadium the protesters were huddled together arms linked. Tearing down the barbed wire fence we were chanting 1 2 3 4 “WE DONT  WANT RACIST TOUR.” 5 6 7 8 “THE WORLD CAN BE A BETTER PLACE.”

Holding up signs yelling out “STOP SPRING TOUR.” A plane in the sky dropping down smokes and flower bombs, filling the air like an orange fog.  Rugby fans were shouting “GET OFF THE FIELD!” the man shouted from the crowd.  These men were wearing motorcycle helmets with shields. Surrounding us.